Quotes About Gratitude

I thank you, God, who lives always, and Who, as i awaken, has in mercy returned my soul to me; we can ever trust in you.

And I think that if you are lucky enough to give and receive love, then you can be happy in the face of suffering. I was talking to a friend about this and we decided that maybe heaven is just that...love. And that heaven exists on a day-to-day basis within people. When they give and receive love, that's a little slice of heaven.

The world is imperfect, but there are millions of perfect moments.

O fortunatos nimium sua si bona norint, agricolas

The precondition of giving thanks with sincerity is always humility.

Shane? Thank God, somebody sane. Well, sane-ish.

Of course, we could all die soon. I'm writing because Michael's patrolling the house and Shane and Claire are asleep. It may be the last chance I have to write anything down. So in case that's true, I want to say that I love Shane and Claire, and I love Michael, and staying here in the Glass House has been the best time in my entire life.... But if it all ends here, at least it's ending with the people I really love.

Glad it was you and not me, Shane said, and offered Myrin a hand up. Any brain damage? Since the bullet actually passed through his brain, then yes, idiot boy, there's certainly brain damage, Oliver said. It will pass. His brain's the least fragile thing about him. You say the nicest things, Myrin said. He was slurring his words, and he threw an arm around Oliver's neck. Marry me.

Here. Have a Coke. That's good for a sore throat, right?" "Good for everything," Shane croaked, and took the extended cold can with good grace. "Thanks." "You owe me a dollar," Eve said. "I'll add it to the five thousand you already owe me, though." He blew her a kiss, and she stuck her tongue out at him, and that was the end of the subject, thankfully.

You brought me grenades. You are officially the best girlfriend ever.

When she set Shane's glass of Coke down in front of him, she did it with probably a little too much emphasis; he glanced up at her with a question-mark expression.[...] ''What?'' Shane asked her, and took a drink. ''Did I forget to say thanks? Because, thanks. Best Coke ever. Did you make it yourself? Special recipe?

Shane's dad said, I should have left you in the damn cage to fry, you ungrateful little bastard. You're no son of mine. Hallelujah, Shane said softly. Free at last.

The author wishes to thank: Good fortune, Godiva chocolates, and Slim-Fast

What about me? Monica whined. Do you really want to know? Shane gave her a glare that should have scorched her hair off. Be grateful I'm not leaving you as an after-dinner mint on his pillow. Myrnin leaned close to Claire's ear and said, I think I like your young man. When she reacted in pure confusion, he held up his hands, smiling. Not in that way, my dear. He just seems quite trustworthy.

Happiness, however brief, always matters.

What if I had never seen this before? What if I knew I would never see it again?

No--when the rain falls you just let it fall and you grin like a madman and you dance with it, because if you can make yourself happy in the rain then you're doing pretty alright in life. (Nick, page 156)

She told me if I clean all the ashes out of the grate, then I'll be able to help my sisters get ready for the bal." "It's Christmas, Dashiel. Can't you give that atitude a rest?" "Merry Christmas, Dad. And thanks for the presents." "What presents?" "I'm sorry—those were all from Mom, weren't they?

I felt especially grateful now having the red Moleskine to confide in. Just knowing a Snarl was on the other side to read it—to possibly care—inspired my pen to move quickly in answer to his question.

At last I had it—the Christmas present I'd wanted all along, but hadn't realized. His words.

No—when the rain falls you just let it fall and you grin like a madman and you dance with it, because if you can make yourself happy in the rain then you're doing pretty alright in life.

Snarl sent me candy! Oh, how I might love him!)

Even the hard years have some reason for celebration.

Perhaps wisdom is simply a matter of waiting, and healing a question of time. And anything good you've ever been given is yours forever.